This is one long story of the craziness the night a bunch of us theater folk went down to the Illinois High School Festival, which was held that night at ISU in Bloomington-Normal. We stayed at a La Quinta Inn somewhere on the edge of town, and we knew there would be minimal supervision -- the chaperones would of course go to bed long before we would -- there was plenty of booze brought down for the occasion. These very dense pages describe the insanity that ensued. I don't think I have much to add to it.
If I get enough requests, I'll transcribe the whole thing; I know it's a bit hard to read. This would be one of those cases where it's probably easiest to view it large on flickr.
This was the second time I ever got drunk. Before this, it was on my friend Dave's 16th birthday. That was a weird night. I'll tell that story some other time.
That was enjoyable. It brought back memories of my own escapades in high school.
Ohhhh Daves Birthday. The Russian Beer Belly?
Yep, the Russian Beer Belly. A bottle of vodka with a beer and a can of iced coffee mixed in. What were we thinking?